So Words May Fail

So Words May Fail

Sweetheart,
When as now my blood boils
so much harder my mind toils
to render sense from sensation.

Yesterday's distance, an oblation,
did not so diminish my feeling
that I'm not tonight anew reeling.
If daring to connect so strongly
can I be somehow behaving wrongly
because there's so, so much?
And I'm renewed by your touch...

we prove ourselves each time.
And if in small parts I rhyme
it's a fraction only of our story
which may betoken future glory
we earn to deserve as realized.

Your acknowledgment's prized.
Though we each other do know
it takes courage to so show
connection through affirmation
we know each other's elation.

You know... I have a passion
and wish for you to be dashin';
that my thinking of you is hours,
and over it an affection towers;
and, that whatever we create
it will be ours despite fate.

How serious you are I wonder...
but my questions are blunder
because my boiling blood cries
even as swiftly spirit flies!

So words may fail.

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